Page 29 of Alien Daddies
Finally, they arrived at Room 221 and Nagen ushered her inside.
She breathed a sigh of relief to find the room empty. The doctor wasn’t here yet and as far as she was concerned she hoped he or she forgot about her exam completely. She eyed the exam table that rested beyond the bed and started to back up, but Nagen caught her and pointed at the bed.
“Sit down now, little girl. You’re not going anywhere. Remember you promised to behave,” he said in a stern tone that made her insides quiver.
She sank down on the bed and watched as he stuck his head out the door, looked both ways, then shut the door and returned to her side. “I am certain the doctor will arrive soon, sweet one.”
Scratching at the plastic ID on her wrist and wishing it weren’t so tight, she gulped hard and willed herself to calm down. It was only a medical exam. She’d been to a doctor plenty of times before and nothing bad had ever happened. But there were contraptions in this room she didn’t recognize, and it was much larger than any patient room she’d been in on Earth. The bed and exam table were larger than she was accustomed to, likely because she was a little human in a big Khanndoran world. Even the Khanndoran females she’d seen walking the halls of this building were at least a foot taller than her.
Daddy Nagen stood in front of her and rubbed up and down on her arms. She peered at him, craving his comfort but not wanting to admit her fear. She’d been brave enough to stow away on an alien ship. She could handle this. At least that was what she kept telling herself over and over again as the minutes ticked by.
A brief knock finally sounded on the door before she heard it zipping open, and Kenna practically jumped in place. Daddy Nagen cupped her face in his large, warm hands and stared deep into her eyes.
“I won’t leave your side, little girl. Daddy’s right here.” He gave her a playful smile. “Just remember your promise not to be hostile.”
She closed her eyes for a moment and breathed in long and deep, then opened her eyes and nodded at Daddy Nagen. “I will try my best,” she said. “Th-thank you for staying with me, Daddy.” After a week aboard the Rithona with hiszoshin, calling them all Daddy felt more than natural—she couldn’t imagine calling them only by their first names.
The doctor, a tall Khanndoran male with graying hair, pressed a button on the wall and the door behind him closed. He strode further inside the room, focused on a screen in his hand. Makenna supposed he was staring at her criminal file and hoped she wasn’t the first human he’d examined, but she didn’t dare ask the question as she simply wished to get this exam over with as quickly as possible.
Finally, the doctor paused and looked up from his screen, sliding it onto the nearby counter. He exchanged a few pleasantries with Nagen before glancing at her again. “Makenna Vega from Earth, I presume?” he said in the Khanndoran tongue. “My name is Dr. Vashuma. Forgive me, but I do not speak English, though if you cannot understand me I can go track down a translator device.”
Feeling a bit proud, she replied in his tongue, “I am fluent in Khanndoran. A translator won’t be necessary.”
“Excellent.” He opened a drawer and started searching for something and glanced over his shoulder at her. “Please remove all your clothing and take a seat on the exam table, Ms. Vega, and we will get started.”
She stared at him in stunned silence for several seconds before finding her voice. “I-I would prefer to leave my clothing on, Dr. Vashuma. Besides, I assure you that I’m in excellent health and all my interstellar immunizations are up to date.”
“Kenna,” Daddy Nagen spoke into her ear in English, “I suggest you listen to the doctor. Remember what we talked about? If I have to redden your little bottom right now just to get you to comply, I assure you that I will not hesitate. Unless you want a spanking in front of the doctor, I suggest you listen. If you want, Daddy will help you get undressed.”
She resisted the urge to huff and instead rose off the bed with Daddy Nagen’s assistance. The doctor folded his arms across his chest and leaned against the counter, watching in a dispassionate manner as Daddy Nagen urged her to slip her shoes off and lifted her dress to remove her panties. He made a show of folding them in front of her.
“As I suspected, these are awfully wet,” he said, again in English so the doctor couldn’t understand. “Is Daddy’s little girl aching between her thighs right now?”
“I-I…” Her voice trailed off and she felt her face flaming as her shame grew in leaps and bounds. She was being undressed in front of a stranger—an elderly alien doctor, no less—and she couldn’t tamp down her building arousal. Nagen’s recent threats to punish her if she was naughty had left her quivering with a mounting desire she seemed helpless to stop. The more she tried not to think about the fact that if she misbehaved, he would bare her bottom and give her a spanking, no matter who happened to be in the room, the harder the heated throbs in her pussy. Her breath came faster and her breasts ached as well, her nipples tight and tender beneath the little built-in bodice of her yellow dress.
“Answer my question, little girl. Do your privates feel achy right now?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Thank you for being honest with me. There’s no need to be embarrassed about it, Kenna.”
“But the doctor…”
“Dr. Vashuma is a professional who specializes in alien gynecology. I assure you there is nothing to be ashamed about. Unless of course, you are naughty and earn yourself a spanking.”
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Nagen
He unfastened the tied ribbon on her dress and pulled it off over her head, revealing Kenna’s sweet little body. Nagen let his eyes roam over her smooth curves, the glistening mound between her thighs, and her full breasts with their pert hardened peaks. She was shaking with a mixture of nervousness and arousal.
She’d never looked more beautiful and tempting than in this moment. What he wouldn’t give to order the doctor from the room so he could pin her down on the bed and sink his rigid cock into her tight femininity. But there wasn’t time. The sooner she stood before a judge, the better. His desire to get her to their abode high in the mountains of Ohma prevailed over his baser desires. He folded her dress and placed it atop her panties, then guided her to the exam table.
“Up you go, little girl,” he said, lifting her up and setting her on the table.
She shifted on the surface and he caught another glimmer of the wetness coating her inner thighs. Her responsiveness thrilled him and he once again couldn’t wait to get her home.
The doctor picked up his screen and began asking her a series of questions, some of them repeats that included information already on her temporary identification bracelet. Name. Age. Planet of birth. Race. Surgery history—she claimed only having her tonsils removed as a child. Interspecies infectious diseases—none. Record of interstellar immunizations—all up to date. Medication—a birth control vapo administered once per year. She was due for another one in five months. Sexual history—Kenna drew back at this question and crossed her arms over her chest.
